Celeste Chapter 2 #2
However, I hadn’t been able to forget the mystery biker.
He invaded my thoughts day and night. And at night, like now, my mind would drift to forbidden places, making my body react.
It was harmless to fantasize, I told myself.
I would never meet or have sex with him.
Who cared if I let him fuel my sexual fantasies?
Just recalling him, my body became aroused.
It tightened, and my nipples were hard like pearls.
Tingles shot throughout my body, but centered in my breasts and pussy.
My clit throbbed, and I grew slick. It wasn’t the water causing that sensation.
Knowing I was alone and Capri wouldn’t be home for hours, I reached into the small tote I brought into the bath.
It contained my bath salt, bath soak, and a special toy.
We didn’t have room in the bathroom to store all our things.
Plus, my toy wasn’t something I would leave in there.
Sure, Capri and I were open about sex, but I didn’t shove it in her face.
Removing the small toy that vibrated and could get me off in mere minutes, I slipped it under the water.
I rubbed the longest protrusion up and down my slit.
I moaned when it hit my clit. Then, I switched it on and slowly sank it inside my pussy.
It went in smoothly thanks to the creaminess down there. I was soaked.
I closed my eyes and pictured my biker as I liked to think of him.
I was lying naked on a bed, and he was hovering over me.
Not knowing his eye color, I imagined it was dark brown.
I envisioned his hair short, the same black as his beard.
His brow was furrowed, but it was due to the intensity of the sensations he was feeling as he pumped his cock in and out of me.
As he did, his mouth was busy on mine and then on my neck and breasts.
I looked down and tried to imagine what his cock looked like, but it was hazy.
My imagination had me feeling like he was filling my pussy nicely, and as he began thrusting faster, I sped up the thrusts of my toy.
I spiraled up to a climax. What finally threw me over the edge was touching the smaller protrusion on my toy to my clit and hearing my fantasy lover grunt as his body jerked and he shouted my name as he filled me with his cum.
I came so hard I screamed, and my body thrashed, almost sloshing water over the side of the tub. It took me several moments to finish orgasming and to begin the descent back to normal. My body was buzzing, and my breathing was ragged.
Eventually, I slowly opened my eyes. God, yes, that was incredible. Better than any sex I’d had with a real man. If only I could do more than conjure up such a guy in my head. Life was so stinking unfair.
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My cell phone rang, startling me out of my doze.
I was on the couch, supposedly watching a movie, as I waited for Capri to get home.
She was out with one of the girls she knew from college.
They’d hung out a few times. I thought she was decent enough.
I’d only met Vanessa twice. Both times, she was polite and had promised they would be careful.
They planned to go to a college friend’s birthday party and then come home.
I told my niece that if she or Vanessa drank alcohol, even if they felt fine, she was to call me so I could come pick them up.
I would rather do that, even if it were in the wee hours of the morning, than have them drive and end up hurting or killing themselves or someone else. Capri promised she would call.
Picking up my cell phone from the end table next to me, I looked at the screen. My heart pounded. I didn’t recognize the number, but it was a local area code, so I answered it. Surely, it wasn’t telemarketers at this time of night.
“Hello?” I said.
“Hello, is this Celeste Malcolm?” a woman’s calm voice asked from the other end.
“Yes, I’m Celeste Malcolm. Who is this?”
“Ms. Malcolm, my name is Paris. I’m a nurse at the Cherokee General Hospital.” She paused for a moment. My heart raced.
“Ma’am, I’m calling regarding Capri Malcolm. You’re her emergency contact, I understand.”
“Oh God, please tell me she’s alive,” I moaned.
Terror tried to choke me. I had a hard time breathing. Immediately, I had flashbacks to getting the call about Chelsea and Ambrose.
“Yes, she’s alive. She asked me to call you.”
“Thank God. What happened?”
The tightness in my chest loosened, and I was able to take a deep breath.
“Ma’am, we can explain all that when you get here. Can you come to the hospital? She’s asking for you,” the nurse calmly stated.
Surely, if Capri were at risk of dying, this woman wouldn’t be this serene-sounding. What happened? I was on my feet, headed for my bedroom as soon as she said my niece was alive. I was yanking my closet door open by the time the nurse asked if I could come.
“Of course, I’ll come. Please tell her I’ll be there as soon as I can. It should only take me fifteen minutes.”
“I’ll let her know. When you get to the ER, go to the desk and let the attendant know who you are and your niece’s name. They’ll tell us in the back, and someone will come get you. Please rest assured, she’s in good hands. Don’t rush and have an accident.”
“Thank you, thank you. I’m sorry, what did you say your name was again?”
I had her on speaker so I could yank on a pair of sweats. I had a pullover sweater out, and I’d grab my bra and socks from the dresser.
“My name is Paris. Drive safely. See you soon. Goodbye,” Paris said before she disconnected.
Pushing the end-call button, I finished getting dressed, putting on my coat and boots. I quickly brushed through my hair, then I pulled it up in a ponytail. I snatched up my purse and keys on the way out the door. I ran to my car.
Once I was behind the wheel, I forced myself not to take off and drive like a lunatic. Nurse Paris was right. It would do no good to hurt or kill myself getting there. I was all Capri had. I refused to leave her without family. I got moving at a sane pace.
The entire drive there, I tried to imagine what had happened to land her in the ER. Don’t tell me she got in a car with a drunk Vanessa. Capri knew better. If she had, I’d ground her, even though she was an adult.
The parking lot at the local hospital wasn’t jam-packed as it would be during the day.
I found a spot close to the ER entrance.
I got out, slammed the door shut, and took off running.
As I entered the waiting area of the emergency room, I saw that I wasn’t the only one here tonight.
There were a handful of people sitting there.
They looked like they were half dead. I couldn’t tell you who was sick and who was there waiting on someone.
Dismissing that errant thought, I hurried to the desk.
The woman behind it lifted her head. She had a bland expression on her face.
“Yeah, may I help you?” she asked, disinterested.
“Yes, I was told to come here, and someone would take me to see my niece. My name is Celeste Malcom. My niece is Capri Malcom. The nurse who called me was Paris,” I blurted out.
“Just have a seat and someone will be with you shortly,” she said, with the still apathetic look and tone.
I had to resist reaching across the counter between us and taking her neck between my hands. If I did, I’d shake some emotion into her. Christ, why the hell would they have someone like this working where distraught people were coming and going all the time?
I clenched my fists and, through gritted teeth, I managed to say, “Hurry.”
Then, I forced myself to walk away. I wasn’t capable of sitting, so I remained on my feet and paced. The eyes of those in the waiting area followed me. Maybe they were all worn out. Or they had the same disease as the clerk, I thought snarkily.
I watched the clock on the wall. It was nine minutes before the door between the waiting room and the treatment area opened. A blond-haired woman stood there dressed in pink scrubs.
She called out, “Celeste Malcolm.”
I dashed over to her. “I’m Celeste.”
“Hello, Celeste, please come with me. I’m Paris. We spoke on the phone.”
I did as she asked. However, when we got beyond the door, I was taken not to one of the curtained-off areas I saw ahead of us.
Instead, I was led into a tiny office. It appeared to be where staff charted, based on the computer setup.
Paris had waved me in ahead of her, then closed the door. I turned to face her.
“Why are we here? I thought you were taking me to see Capri?”
I was back to being terrified. Had she gotten worse and died in the short time it took me to get here? Vomit inched up the back of my throat.
“I wanted a word with you first. I didn’t want to tell you this over the phone. Please, have a seat.”
“I’d prefer to stand. Could you please explain what this is all about? You’re scaring me.”
“I don’t mean to scare you. Your niece is alive and being treated. Before you see her, I want you to be prepared. She’s black and blue, with some scrapes. We’ve got her on an IV. We’re in the process of running several tests.”
“Alright, that sounds standard. Was she in a car accident? Was anyone else hurt? What about her friend Vanessa?”
“She came in alone. There has been no Vanessa here, as far as we’re aware. And no, she hasn’t been in a car accident.” There was a longer pause. I noted Paris seemed uncomfortable.
“Whatever it is, just tell me,” I demanded.
“I hate to tell you this, Ms. Malcolm, but Capri was brought in when people at a party she was at called 911. Officers responded and found your niece. They had her brought here. There’s no easy way to say this than to say it. I’m sorry, but your niece was raped.”